Personal Narrative: A Short Story

I wasn’t but 6 years old when i found out that life wasn’t all that it cut out to be. Yeah I had always known that nobody was perfect but never that I would feel so empty. When I was 6 years old my mother and her girlfriend filed for custody for me so they could take me away from my home. They wanted to move to Connecticut that was 6 states away from Virginia, my home, my family,my friends, and all I have known. My father put up a fight and wouldn’t let me go he didn’t want me to go and I could never thank him enough for it. When the court date was set everybody was all stressed out and I had a lawyer that came and talked to me about once every two weeks about what I wanted and how the court would work. We saw each other for about two months right up till the court date came around then my mother wouldn’t let me see her anymore because she could tell I was getting upset.

It was a early morning at the church and my friend and I got ready for the finals.Me and my friends were excited that we made it this far and it was the first time ever going to a finals. We started the van and went on to the place and I swore to myself that I was ready to race whoever came up to me or whoever I challenged I would win. Once we got to a mall and I wondered why a mall? We were handed out our cars but I kept mine to myself then I noticed that I forgot my car and made my scout leader call home to get my car. After hearing what my mom said that she couldn’t find my car I knew I made a big mistake on the big day. The scout leader said that they would give me their car because it was the best they could do and I said, “ok”. We got into the building and it was pretty crowded, people were practicing racing with there hand made car and I was excited even if I had a car that I didn’t make. When the announcer said, “let the races begin”. I got to sit down and eat popcorn while the racers raced and when it was my turn to race I wish I had my favorite car with me. Once the races were done the scores were counted up I was surprised that our scout group won first place and I was surprised and I asked myself, “ how did we do this?”. At the end of the day it put a smile on our faces and probably never forget this day until we

"I have the tracking skills of a dog, Alek. I can probably find any animal in the entire forest." She pulled off her sweater and handed it to me. For someone who looked so small and fragile, she was actually extremely tough. Her shirt was tight and the sleeves didn't stop until they reached her elbow. "Wake up the other two while I'm gone. It's about seven in the morning. Tell them where I went. Ask Kate to do the laundry. I'll be back in an hour."

I went it to touch the wall and I saw my friend Ashleigh waiting for me. She gave me a thumbs up. I looked at my mom, she was so happy for me. I looked up at the screen to see what place I got. 5th place! My time was pretty good for my first 200 freestyle at a meet.

I woke up this morning like any other morning, difficulty. My mother had to rip the blankets off my body which felt like Ice on my skin when the cold air hit me. I got up out of bed and started to get ready for school. When I reached down stairs, I got an immediate bad feeling something about today didn’t feel right. I started to eat my cereal as I heard my brothers cartoons in the background. I finished my cereal and started my mile walk to my school. About Half way on my walk to school, I heard this loud noise as I looked up I saw dozens of planes above my head dropping hundreds of men with parachutes and guns. I ran into the first house I saw it was a vacant beaten down old house that was missing all it’s windows and most of it’s

I can remember it like yesterday. I was driving home from school in the foggy weather in my truck. I got home and then I got this sudden feeling that something was different. I was nervous to walk in, and see what has happened. I had no choice. So I hesitantly took my key out, and opened the door and I veer toward the house.

“A society that gets rid of all its trouble makers goes downhill.” Robert A Heinlein, Time Enough For Love

Finally, I climbed down into the pool and started swimming. Then the problems started. The people in front of me were too slow. A huge jam formed and stayed like that for the swim. I panicked, I couldn’t breathe. I thought about getting out of the pool but I did not. I kept swimming and finally reached the edge of the pool. I jogged outside on a black mat. Anthony was there and he took my swim cap and goggles. There was also a race official. “Good job, keep going,” she said

With about ten meters left I pulled past him into the lead and finished in fifth. I was so tired and I couldn’t catch my breath, but I knew that I was going to state. I couldn’t stop smiling, and just then my coach told me my time, 17:07, it was a PR by almost 30 seconds. I was so happy. All I could do was smile, and wait for everyone else to finish. When everyone was done and we got cooled down it was time for awards. We went over to the ceremony area and waited. They went through and

Rylee, a girl on my team and I walked around, then watched the varsity girls run. After that, we watched the varsity boys race, in which our brothers were running in that day. The rest of our team slowly trickled into the meet one by one.

The leaves blowing, the wind was whistling. The moon shined brighter than the sun did that morning. I looked like no other normal teenager, But I was wearing all black. Black leggings, Black jacket, Black shoes, black shirt. My hair looked like caramel, my eyes looked like a yellowish brown that shined in the moonlight. My name was nothing important to people. People say “Angelys” is a nice name but i think differently. Nothing seemed to happen, I was coming home from a friend’s house. No one was near or so I thought.

Imagine being stuck in a car upside down on a beautiful day. This was an extremely scary situation, considering I was three and my mom was pregnant. It was just an ordinary day heading over to my Nana and Pop pop's house in Medford NJ when all the sudden “BOOM” some random man hit us from behind sending us into a pile up of three other cars before landing in a ditch upside down.

I never knew that my fixed straight path of life will take a huge turn that day. The feelings that overwhelmed my body engraved itself in the inner depths of my mind as days walked pass by. And how much remorse and shame that continues to pile up within my soul; how painful it was to keep it hidden from the world was the past that can never be erased. If I had the power to turn back time and rewrite that whole day, will my life be the same as now? But as I continue to search for my lost one, the feeling of true love can never be conveyed within me ever again.

It started in early June; the day of the awaited marathon. I checked on my phone what seems to be the 50th time to see the weather forecast suddenly transition from a sunny morning to a 27 percent chance of rain with cooler temperatures. I didn’t had much time left on the clock and I was debating whether I should change into rain gear or stick to my light clothing attire. Well, 27 percent chance seems low, I’m sure it’s not going to rain much. I ditched the idea of wearing any rain gear and put on my pink cap to shade my eyes from the bright morning rays of sunshine. My sister was already dressed for the race and was waiting for me by the door. She looked up and said, “Got everything?” I quickly opened the fridge and took out my chilled water bottle. I nodded my head and we both left the house. We drove to the colossus stadium and I was reminded by my teacher’s words that there are also other runners participating in this marathon, expecting to be about 200. My sister and I waved our parents and brother goodbye as they drove off. Our first priority was to find our Liberty Fit booth. We both didn’t know where to look and followed some people to enter through the stadium. On the vast field, we spotted our stand with other students and adults already starting warm-ups and conversing with one another. I recognized a distinct short haired girl with her usual pink jacket.

Franchesca walked out of her trailer in a pair of miss America pajamas with a fluffy pink robe over it. She walked towards the end of the trailer camp with a bucket, rusted from years of use. Though she was the first to rise, the other patrons began to come out of their trailers. Several of them called out welcome but she didn’t respond. She was always like this, especially today, which was the anniversary of “The Day”. She continued to walk with composure and posture, almost like a beauty queen, until she reached the end of the camp, where the sign “Welcome to Nevada Trailer Camp” stood, towering over the highway. No cars ever came through this way, not since the creation of the new 156 highway across the desert. Behind the sign was a dense forest where the Srca[pers, the tent people, lived. The adults often told the kids to stay away from the forest and told terrifying stories about the scapers eating raw animals and being just general savages.